Lost in the Barn

Last weekend Andy got permission from his Mom and Dad to go with me to my grandpa’s farm–if Uncle Andrew came along. Uncle Andrew is a really cool retired ant. He likes unexpected adventures and is always easy to talk to. I have been wanting Andy to go with me for weeks and was glad Uncle Andrew could come with us.

When we got to the farm I told dad I wanted to go see grandpa’s chickens behind the big old barn. Dad said ok but to stay out of the barn. Andy and Uncle Andrew, as usual, were in my shirt pocket watching my every step. As we got close to the old barn I remembered what fun I had in there with my cousins that last time we visited. I decided to show Andy and Uncle Andrew this spooky old place. I opened the big old barn door and stepped in. It was really dark and dusty inside. It was eerie and really scary. Andy and Uncle Andrew were amazed at the size of this old place. I headed toward the hay loft so I could show Andy and Uncle Andrew where I jumped into the hay stack.

Suddenly a big wind gust came through the barn and the big door slammed shut behind me. The noise of the door slamming about scared me to death. I could not see a thing because I was now in total darkness. It was totally silent now. Andy and Uncle Andrew never said a word. I don’t think I have ever been more afraid. Eventually I found my way to the door. As I opened the door I looked down to see how Andy and Uncle Andrew were doing. But they were gone! I looked in my pocket and all around my shirt—but they had disappeared….